Fatal Misunderstanding of Gryphon Customs

10 April 2016

22:17 < Flanker> :>:

22:18 < Gyro> ::>:: spider bird!

22:18 < Gyro> :P

22:23 < Flanker> Mhmm.

22:25 GyroFeather saddles up beside Flanker and begins to preen her lovely wing feathers, or at least the ones he can reach. He runs his beak down her pretty white primaries down to her yellow tips, tugging gently on the veins and straightening them outh.

22:52 Flanker simply looks down at him with a little bit of a dull expression, unsure of where he had gotten such an idea, let alone without anything to go off of. She shrugged it off, anyway, allowing him to do as he pleased.

22:55 GyroFeather was just doing as he thought other gryphons did with each other. As he was formerly a dumb pony he only had stereotypes and hearsay to go off of. He's had a little bit of practice preening at this point and could manage a half decent job. He was, however, using his own preening oil instead of hers, unwittingly replacing her own scent with his as if he was trying to claim her.

23:08 Flanker took baths regularly, nonetheless. Any scent he would try to place on her would simply not last that long under her conditions, anyway. Nitpicking with cleaning and all led to this...Either way, she still watched him, rolling her eyes and turning her head.

23:12 GyroFeather works over that wing till its all nice and preened, leaving the feathers reasonably straight and in better condition than they'd been before. He coos gently at flanker and then fans out his own wing before looking up at her expectantly. The blue feathers had a healthy sheen on them that glistened in the sun. He too would only need a little bit of work.

23:21 Flanker rose a brow at him quizzically, unfolding her own wing and stretching it far into the air, the shadow it cast simply magnificently massive. She obviously had the assertion over his own, let alone would not do anything unless directly asked.

23:24 GyroFeather shrinks down a bit as the shadow casts over her form, which would dwarf even a normal sized gryphon, and so easily stood above the dwarf that gyro was. He gives the formel a hesitant smile and then asks, "Its....customary to trade preenings among other gryphons right? Am I wrong?" He asks with a wavering in his voice. "Could...umm...you get mine?"

23:24 < Gyro> (Feel free to be mean and pluck some feathers if you choose :P)

23:29 Flanker "Where did you get that idea?" She asked him with that stare still looming over his face, those cold yellow irises simply unwavering from him. She really did lack facial expression, either by choice or by the way her face had been crafted. The beak took up a lot of natural face expressions, unlike a normal pony perhaps.

23:34 GyroFeather shuffles his wings before folding them back up to his side, chuckling nervously. He hadnt had too many interactions with other gryphons since his transformation did not have a good grasp of their culture yet. Surely not all of them were going to be this dry were they? Clenching his beak, he tries to come up with an excuse for his lack of knowledge. "Uhh...its just what I heard...I kind of sort of grew up in equestria...without much interaction with other gryphons."

23:37 Flanker blinked, but once she opened her eyelids, they had an even stronger condescending look in them, only half lidded. "You really aren't a good liar. Why are you even trying with a gryphon this big in front of you? Let alone, the things this gryphon may or may not be known for." She hinted at that, but dipped her chin a bit lower. "Rather strange explanation, anyway. I've never heard of many gryphons growing up in Equestria."

23:41 GyroFeather shifts back and forth on his feet uncomfortably, clicking his talons against the floor before shuffling a few steps back underneath her scorn. "Th-thigns that this gryphon is known for?" He asks, feeling a chill run down his spine from what felt like a threatening tone, though he had not known of her reputation. "I was just trying to socialize amongst those of my kind...I havnt really had much opportunity," he answers, deliberately ignoring her dismissal.

23:45 Flanker "Hmm..." She tilted her head backward, returning to a usual stance. "So be it then. If you really are a true gryphon, I want to test that. First question. Have you ate a pony before?" Flanker asked, bluntly as always.

23:49 GyroFeather drops his jaw open, stunned at the brazenness of the question. As he begins to recover his mind latches on the first things that spring to mind, his old antigryphon prejudices. "I-I knew it! You monsters eat pon--errr." The tiercel reaches a talon up to cover his beak as soon as the words leave it. "You know...maybe I ought to get going..." he says, taking a couple steps backwards while searching for a path of retreat with his shifting eyes.

23:54 Flanker grasped him by the neck with her talons, an almighty grasp that dug into his skin past the feathers. She easily rose him into the air, her cold look back in her eyes. "A true gryphon doesn't care what a stupid little pony thinks. Let alone, you all prove a good meal for us." The gryphon spoke, a chuckle emitting from her. "Foolish of you to let your cover go. Too bad, really. But, I guess I need to eat dinner anyway."

23:58 GyroFeather feels the talons dig into the back of his neck and gives a loud peacock like scree of fear and flaps his wings, flailing wildly with them as he's turned to look back into her cold eyes. His own were wide with fear as he flaps to get away. "I-I'm not a pony! I'm a gryphon!" He protests with a stutter. "P-please dont eat me...I'll even eat a pony for you...just to prove it..."

00:03 < Gyro> (oh and I should say, feel free to be as mean and humilating as you'd like ^^)

00:04 Flanker "I'm afraid that ship has sailed..." She said, leaning in and opening her beak, dragging her tongue against his cheek. "Mhh...Yeah, not to be lame to the point, but you failed my test. The one chance you had to complete it like a real [b]gryphon[/b] would...and you botched it." Another chuckle. "So, this is where you end up. It starts off as a bulge in my neck that slowly moves towards becoming a bulge in my gut. You die a painful death, and then give me everything your body has to offer. What I don't want? Well, you'll be both my shit and my fat by the end of this, sparing the details."

00:09 GyroFeather shrinks back as she leans forward to lick him, but there was no way for him to escape her tongue as it extended from her beak and left a warm trail of goop on his cheek. A light fruity flavored complimented his normal gryphony taste with a scent to match. He Purses his beak into one of terror as she describes his fate and shuts his eyes rather than watch those spots, but the scene still plays back in his mind. "B-but I am a real gryphon...now anyways. I'm stuck...I cant change back..." He argues. His talons reach up and pull on her claws, trying to loosen the grip to escape.

00:17 Flanker shook her head. "Then you're just a fake gryphon. A pony with a special lie. Really, I would of ate you eventually, but this is all the more delectable. Now, if you excuse me, you have a date with my stomach." Her beak opened once again, only this time going to its greatest potential angle, which was easily enough to engulf him. It came down around his head and then pushed it back into her throat with her tongue, the change in pressure and moisture against him.

00:23 GyroFeather whimpers in response to her words as her beak opens wide. He can see the glistening pink flesh behind the beak with beads of saliva dripping from to top. Her powerful humid and fishy breath wafts over his form, making him wince as he takes in the scent. Just as he opens his beak to protest he instead finds himself shoved deep into hers, pressing it shut against the back of her throat. THe hot spittle leaks into his feathers, coating him in spittle for the further journey deeper into the formel. His talons raise to her chest, pressing sharply against it as he struggles to pull himself out of hte sharp beak.

00:39 < Gyro> (boop?)

00:41 < Flanker> ( Oh, right. Sorry, it's getting late and I'm spacing off.

00:42 < Gyro> (We can pause for the evening if you'd like ^^)

00:46 < Flanker> (( That'd be cool

00:47 < Gyro> (alright, lets pause then ^^

00:47 < Flanker> ( Aight

23:34 GyroFeather nibbles on!

23:34 Flanker pats.

23:36 < Gyro> Its your post. Need a pastebin?

23:38 < Gyro> [url=http://pastebin.com/Mf1BxZ7K][/url]

23:39 < Flanker> To the last role-play?

23:39 < Gyro> yep ^^

23:44 Flanker grabbed him with both of her sets of talons, one around his arms that pulled his talons from her chest before he could make any bit of damage and another to grab his legs. The wings were not going to be enough to escape, that was for sure. Even then, he would not outrun her. She simply pulled him in further with another move of her tongue dragging him closer and closer down her throat, already nearing his shoulders. It was frightening how easy it was for her to perform such a deadly task...But, he [b]was[/b] small.

23:51 GyroFeather squeals in terror as he feels the flesh open up in front of him with a wet glck, drawing him in with the pressure of her talons against his body. The tiercel weezes as the powerful talons clutch around his chest, pinning his forelegs to his body in the grip, leaving him helpless and gasping for air. THe slippery muscles of the throat cling tight to his body, fitting him like a glove and pressing thicker and more slippery slime into his head feathers. His body carries a mildly fruity flavor from the oils he worked into his coat each morning. Despite his struggles he only seemed to slip deeper into the formel, feeling the sharp beak drag painflully on his flesh.

00:00 Flanker makes a face. Egh, what was that flavor? She had tasted fruity ponies before, but he had something funky going on there. Nonetheless, her meal continued on as any other. Sure, he was technically a 'gryphon', but this was not the first time she had ate one of her own kind. What? Flanker was hungry. They were good looking. It's not rocket science. Scarfing down the rest of him was as simple as that. His feathers were matted with her heavy saliva, weighing his entire body down as she forced him down her mighty gullet, the smell of which was stale and typical for such. His legs came next after his torso had also disappeared inside of her, wrapping her tongue around them to pull them in with its sheer muscle strength as his bulge wriggled its way down her feathery neck.

00:05 < Gyro> (Hmm does flanker have a crop?)

00:05 < Flanker> ( Crop?

00:06 < Gyro> (I'll take that as a no :P But it the storage sack before the stomach present in most birds :P)

00:06 < Flanker> Well, considering gryphon stomachs are typically in the lion section. ))

00:08 GyroFeather attempts to flare out his wings at the last second as she works him down her tight gullet, but they only press out against the beak which rather adaptly squeezes them back together with each swallow. His squirming becomes even more frantic as the hot warm tunnel envelops more and more of his body. His form only causes a little bit of bulging in her throat as she was much bigger than he was, but what little there was wiggled and squirmed visibly from the outside. The peacock makes a face as he gets further down her gullet as the foul scent of bile fills his snout, an ever present reminder of where he was headed. The thumping of the formel's heart beat loudly in his ear, surrounding his very presence, just like the ominous gurgles form up ahead.

00:09 < Gyro> (Ehh mostly depends on who you ask ^^ I play with lots of grpyhs who have a fairly avian digestive system to the stomach anyways)

00:11 < Flanker> ( I've never explored the alternative with gryphon digestive systems. ))

00:13 < Gyro> (This is why I asked ^^)

00:15 < Flanker> (( Idk, your choice.

00:15 < Gyro> (I already set up for your version :P)

00:17 < Flanker> (( Oh, alright. What about disposal or pellets?

00:18 < Gyro> ((Yes please on both~ It just means the disposal bit might be less bone filled. ^^ I like either crowning or burying the pellet too :P)

00:19 < Flanker> (( [i] I mean, which one? Or do you want both?[/i]

00:19 < Gyro> (Both!)

00:28 Flanker sighs softly, picking a few stray feathers from her beak as she felt him slowly descend into her gurgling pit. What a little pest...Good thing he's going somewhere he can actually be useful for once in his life. The thought made her chuckle. Flanker could feel him wriggling and fighting against her inside of her, yet she simply decided to lay down on her side and watch the bulge in her gut for the time being. It was larger than usual, the outline of him faint, but still there. The acids he fell into and washed up against were already agressive, gnawing at his feathers. "Having fun in there?"

00:37 GyroFeather feels the tongue curl around the pads of his feet, pushing him back with one last gulp, sealing him deep inside her hot gullet. His beak presses down into a tight ring, which gives almost instantly to the pressure, allowing him to be squeezed inside the sack. Instantly, his nose is assaulted with an even stronger smell, that causes the gryphon to gag and dry heave in her stomach. Unfortunately for him, that leaves his beak open when he's pressed down into the puddle forming at the bottom, coating his tongue with bitter stinging fluid. Soon enough his head is lifted from the pool as more of his body slips in there with him, forcing him into an uncomfortable ball and leaving him sputtering. Though held rather tight by the walls, he pushes out with his talons none the less, squirming in protest as he feels the tingling in his flesh signaling the beginning of his digestion. "N-no! Please spit me out!" He cries in a panic.

00:43 < Flanker> (( Oh, damn, I lost track of time. I gotta get to sleep soon.

00:43 < Gyro> (alright, some other time then ^^)

00:45 < Flanker> ( Mhm. Going good so far anywya

00:45 < Gyro> (Glad you're enjoying it~)

19:34 < Gyro> boop!

19:37 < Flanker> Yes?

19:38 < Gyro> you mentioned being around all day earlier, was wondering if you're still of mind to play

19:44 < Gyro> We were at the fun part :P

19:45 < Flanker> Sure am

19:46 < Gyro> thats where we were at~

20:00 Flanker [b]Flop.[/b] That massive gryphon simply decided to lay down on her side for the time being, looking down to her lion half with a little hum. He pushed out her gut enough to look abnormal, but not like it would with a normal sized gryphon. It could be easily mistaken for being pregnant...ignoring the sounds it made. Yes, as soon as the fake gryphon found himself within the bubbling pool of her stomach, he was surrounded by her bodily sounds. Gurgling and deep rumbles that shook him gently, her heartbeat thumping hard in the near distance through walls of flesh, and her amused chuckling from the outside. "Oh, I'm afraid it's too late for that. But, think of it as this..." She closed her eyes and picked at her beak, flicking stray fur and feather from it. "You're finally going to be useful to a [b]real[/b] gryphon."

20:09 GyroFeather coughs as the wind is knocked out of him from the sudden crash to the ground, and not even the squishy flesh around him gave enough to soften it fro him. He suddenly found himself plunged underneath the fluid once more which burns painfully at his eyes, probably rendering him blind soon not that he could see in the dark anyways. Frantically, the bird claws back up to the surface, shifting his body til he could breath again. Gyro breaths quickly in the harsh air, panting with fear and drawing the acidic sour scent across his nostrils. The scent of vomit becomes too much and the former unicorn begins to retch, causing chunks of half digested fish to flow out of his beak and splash donw into the chyme around him. As the stomach squeezed on his form, he could hear the gurgling squelches it made, rumbling over the distant thumping and light breathing of his predator. "I-I preened you though...thats useful right? Cmon please?" He begs, sanding nearly in a panic, though judging by his frantic movements he very likely was.

20:19 Flanker "In your current state, you'd [b]want[/b] to stay in there." She said, flicking another piece of fur from her beak. "Yeah, not to be lame to the point, but you're in no good shape to even want to be stuck alive. Sure, you might heal, but my stomach acids would definitely scar you to the point of where you would look like a house fire had a date with you." Flanker chimed back, opening her eyes and reaching down to the bulge, her talons finding his bulge and squeezing him through the flesh and fur. "Come on, you'll love being my fat and shit! You're keeping me beautiful, and I love you for that. Just sit back, scream and squirm for me, and you'll be juuust fine.." She said, licking the edge of her beak slowly, her acids burning at his first line of defense. Skin, fur, or feather, it was all melting away.

20:27 GyroFeather squeals as he feels the gryphon grab at his form through the thick muscle that surround shim, and as she moves, it pulls at the skin, dragging away loose feathers from his flesh where the acids have loosened up. The furious tingling itching in that spot is replaced with a raging burn as the liquids get to the now raw flesh, prompting the poor gryphon to thrash about even harder. His wings flap and his claws scrap along the lining of the stomach, which continues to squeeze and churn around him. His quickened pace, however, only worked to hasten the pulling and rubbing out of his feathers and fur, rather hastily rendering the pseudogrpypon bare. "N-no! PLease! Let me go! I dont care what I'll be in! I just want to live! I dont want to be gryphon shit..."

20:40 Flanker All that thrashing and screaming was just giving her a major turn on. Not to mention, that wet pressure building up behind her throat that she so perversely let loose. "'[b][color=green]Urrrrrrp[/color][/b]...God, damn, you're amazing. But, alas, you might as well have your name changed to Gryphon Shit. Fits you well!" She groaned out to him, her belch tainted with blood's metallic taste, her gut squeezing and burning away at him. His skin gone, all that was left was muscle and bone. Vessels were ate into and opened, the pool turning a deep red, nerve endings being snipped and burned through until the next batch were hit. Truly, it was an excruciating and horrendous thing to do, but to Flanker, it was the most delicious experience in the world.

20:53 < Gyro> (did my post go through?)

20:57 < Gyro> (Hmm?)

20:57 < Flanker> ( Nope.

20:57 GyroFeather feels the slippery oppressive chamber squeeze tighter around his form as a loud loud belch vibrates around him. He can only feel it though, as the fluids had worked their way into his ear holes and burned away at the soft tissues that enabled him to hear. His tongue and nostrils had succumbed to the hot acidic fluid as well, rendering the poor bird with no senses except for touch. His throat burns as he coughs up blood, feelign the fluids go to work on the inside, subjecting him to massive amounts of torture as a pained scree escapes his bloody beak. His nerves pop off one by one, giving him momentary relief til a new threshold is reached. He reaches the point where his struggles subside as his muscles burn to the bone on his wings and claws, rendering them largely usless in his fight.

21:10 Flanker can only think of the world of pain he must be in. Pain being the only thing he knows, at this point. No matter what he does, he can not escape the burning, the sizzling, the scorching. Essentially, death was guaranteed as soon as he entered her beak. Most of him was turning to mush now, but as the acids finally broke into his torso, his guts would spill out into the soup that was himself, almost like a sucker that's shell had finally been broken through to the gooey center. She felt it, too, grinning wider and reaching down to squeeze once more. Surely, this squeeze would crack a few bones, considering the weakness of them after acids continuously attacking, gnawing away at his very form, mulching down slowly. "Come on, squirm, fight! You can do it...Just keep fighting." She begged, just wanting him to move and make it all the more pleasurable.

21:15 < Flanker> (( I'll be back in a little bit, I gotta run into town

21:15 < Gyro> (alrighty)

22:14 < Flanker> Back.

22:14 < Gyro> Yay!

22:14 GyroFeather feels his entrails flow out into the stomach, bumping up against his pitiful remains of his once pretty feathered body. He gives a small choked gurlge of pain as his wings and legs snap under the powerful squeeze. There's not much left of his extremities anymore as bones sink to the bottom fo the hellish chamber. He has no real ability to squirm with jsut his torso and every movement only brings more agony. Fortunatly his senses were dulling as his blood drained from his body into the feathery soup. With one more sickening crunch as the stomach contracts, the fake gryphon was finally rendered lifeless, passing out in her powerfull stomach, already rendered unrecognizable.

22:15 < Gyro> (Time for that pretty pink and blue pellet, or soon anyways~)

22:19 < Flanker> ( O

22:19 < Flanker> I've never done pellets* ))

22:20 < Gyro> (Well, the stomach compresses the fur and feathers and bones into a mass, and you cough it up :P)

22:32 < Flanker> (( Am I going for the ending to the role-play?

22:32 < Gyro> (Write whatever. I dont mind if you wrap it up or if you set it up for me to have a hand in wrapping it up...but the gryphon is expired :P)

22:33 < Flanker> ( Alrighty.

22:52 Flanker sighed softly as she felt things come to a halt. His flailing was replaced with just twitches, more than likely death throws of what was left of him. The good stuff that was left of him slowly sunk down into her intestines, leaving the useless bone and fur and other things alike to stay behind. She looked down, humming to herself. That bulge was barely the same size, more or less just looking pudgy now. "Gone so fast? Typical. Just like any pony...Food." She glared at him, or what was left of him, but then felt something lurching up in her throat. She inhaled sharply, almost having forgot about this, but prepared quickly for it. The massive gryphon stood with a gentle sway of her gut, getting on all fours and placing a curled fist to her chest as she felt a little blockage. Coughing, she hacked and spit out a wet pile of what her body had rejected. Bone and coat, nothing really in perfect condition, holes missing here and there and bones brittle. The gryphon simply shrugged, picking her beak of stray bits left from the meal and sauntering off.

22:53 Flanker slept. Hours passed...Things were normal. He was almost completely forgotten, just like any other lunch to her. But, he would make a reminder. Her bowels felt tight and she knew why. Rolling her eyes at herself, she made a stop by a flower garden and simply raising her tail. She pushed and surely enough, her puckered hole widened with the turtle head of hardened brown sludge peeking its way back out into the open world. His resurfacing from within her gut, his final form on this world...Gryphon shit. Just as she promised him. A little grunt here and there, a little groan...It only took a few minutes to push a few heavy logs of steaming feces out of her. Being as big as she was, it just made big meals a breeze! After she was finished, she exhaled a soft breath, turning to glance at the mess she made, and it was considerable, but definitely not her biggest. Scoffing, she simply started to walk away.

22:54 Flanker snorts, "Gryphon Shit.."

22:55 < Gyro> Oooh that was good :D

22:55 < Flanker> Was it?

22:55 < Flanker> I thought it was a little jumbled.

22:55 < Gyro> I thought the whole thing was rather enjoyable :D

22:56 < Gyro> If a bit disjointed because of the time gaps.

22:56 < Flanker> Good, then. And, yeah

22:57 < Flanker> Not like you can take a shit three minutes after eating

22:57 < Gyro> oh I meant disjointed in our time gaps, not in that post :P

22:58 < Flanker> oh, yes.

22:58 < Gyro> Anyways, I hope I was decent enough to be considered for playing again sometime :B

22:58 < Flanker> Yeah, you're definitely good to keep around. :>

22:59 < Gyro> Nah not for keeping around, for disposing of :P

22:59 < Gyro> Might get smelly otherwise

22:59 < Gyro> :B

23:00 < Flanker> Eh, just more fertilizer that needs to be stored properly.

23:05 < Gyro> :B

23:07 < Flanker> :>

23:12 < Gyro> anyways I'm gonna go shower ^^

23:12 < Flanker> Alrighty. :>

23:12 < Gyro> thanks again for the fun~